Day 203: Boredom

The piece of literature that comes to mind when I think of boredom is Madame Bovary. It’s a novel about a married woman who craves to escape her boring and empty life. The novel painstakingly explores boredom into its depth. There are pages and pages of Emma Bovary being bored.

The novel is seen as a masterpiece amongst literary circle, I am yet to experience its mastery. I was very excited to put the book down after reading it because I knew that I never had to read it again. I must admit that Flaubert does capture boredom to perfection as he evokes the feeling so accurately unto the reader themselves. Below is an extract demonstrating this:

“I’ve read everything,” she said to herself.

So she sat there idly, holding the tongs in the fire until they turned red, or watching the rain fall.

How sad she felt on Sundays, when the church bell sounded for vespers!  She stood in a kind of expectant daze, listening as each broken note rang out again, and again.  A cat was stalking about the rooftops,  arching its back in the last pale rays of sunshine. The wind blew trails of dust along the highroad. In the distance, a dog howled now and then, and the bell kept up its tolling, each monotonous note dying out over the countryside.

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Day 202: Blason

Blason is a form of poetry that compares the subject (usually a woman) to an object (diamonds, stars etc). This is not just something that is found in Elizabethan poetry, like in Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130, but also in modern poetry like Maya Angelou’s Still I rise.

At university I fell in love with the blason form because of Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress. The writer starts by complimenting his lover, describing how beautiful she is stating that he’d wait for her forever if time allowed it. He moves on to how fast time passes, that her beauty will fade and she will become nothing but dust. He then states that they should give I to their lust because life is short and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This was YOLO before it’s time. I think it’s brilliant, clever and very amusing.

Had we but world enough and time, 
This coyness, lady, were no crime. 
We would sit down, and think which way 
To walk, and pass our long love’s day. 
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide 
Of Humber would complain. I would 
Love you ten years before the flood, 
And you should, if you please, refuse 
Till the conversion of the Jews. 
My vegetable love should grow 
Vaster than empires and more slow; 
An hundred years should go to praise 
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; 
Two hundred to adore each breast, 
But thirty thousand to the rest; 
An age at least to every part, 
And the last age should show your heart. 
For, lady, you deserve this state, 
Nor would I love at lower rate. 
       But at my back I always hear 
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; 
And yonder all before us lie 
Deserts of vast eternity. 
Thy beauty shall no more be found; 
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound 
My echoing song; then worms shall try 
That long-preserved virginity, 
And your quaint honour turn to dust, 
And into ashes all my lust; 
The grave’s a fine and private place, 
But none, I think, do there embrace. 
       Now therefore, while the youthful hue 
Sits on thy skin like morning dew, 
And while thy willing soul transpires 
At every pore with instant fires, 
Now let us sport us while we may, 
And now, like amorous birds of prey, 
Rather at once our time devour 
Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 
Let us roll all our strength and all 
Our sweetness up into one ball, 
And tear our pleasures with rough strife 
Through the iron gates of life: 
Thus, though we cannot make our sun 
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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Day 201: Food

He never did know when to stop

This addiction was different from the last one

This one was good to the tongue

But unkind to his body

He knew the flavours from their smell

He knew the texture from their look

He knew it all and he wanted it all

He wondered how big he’d get

Before his body wore out

He knew that the taste was the only way

To push behind his pain and trauma

He knew he felt light and free when he ate

He knew the world saw him differently

He knew that food would silence them all!

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Day 200: Celebration Post

This is my 200th day of blogging!! Yay!!!

I am so happy and sad to be at day 200. I’m happy because of how far I’ve come and how proud I am of myself. I’m sad because it means I’m more than halfway through the year and I haven’t achieved half the things I wanted to.

The next 165 days will be spent trying to reach my 2019 goals or at least 75% of them. I think my blogging has moved away from creative writing into the realm of personal entries. The next 165 days will be spent moving back to creative writing, poetry, obscure topics, recipes, and maybe some interviews with people.

Thank you to all my followers and readers for continuing to support my blog through your likes and comments.

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Day 199: Week

She loved Fridays. It was her favourite day of the week, knowing that the next day would be the weekend. She loved knowing she could sleep in the next day, go for a run, let her hair down and just relax. She loved Fridays.

This was the one day in the week that she anticipated. She knew it was dangerous to always want it to be Friday, because it meant she wasn’t living in the present, she wasn’t appreciating the other days of the week. The others weren’t so bad, Wednesdays were her second favourite. She wants associated it with a particular dish that her mum used to cook. She remembered renaming the first three days of the week after Sierra Leonian dishes. Wednesday was the dish that was rarely cooked, so she always craved it.

She loved Saturdays too but lately Saturdays have felt like another weekday. She hadn’t had a calm, stress free Saturday in months. A Saturday with no plans, no lunches or dinners, no trips, was what she was craving. A Saturday dedicated to cleaning and errands.

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Day 198: Interviews

So I’ve been spending the week interviewing people for my first ever magazine article. Although it’s just a local magazine, I am very excited to write the article.

The one thing I’ve learnt from interviews is that people love talking about themselves. They love sharing their experiences and knowing that someone cares enough to listen. This has awaken a whole new journalistic thirst in me that I didn’t know I had.

My article will be about growing up in my local community and how things have changed, whether for the better or worse. It was amazing hearing all the different opposing opinions, and hearing about how people used to spend their Saturday afternoon as teenagers. The one thing that made me jealous was that bus rides used to cost 1p.

I’m so excited to write it this weekend and send my finished product for publishing. I especially can’t wait to sit down and plan other projects where I get to interview people and hear their stories. Bring on the journalist hat!

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Day 197: Career

I am coming to the end of my work contract and I am yet to find something to do with my life.

For the last 2 months, I have had people constantly asking me what I want to do with my life. Or ‘What do you want to do when you wake up every morning?’ It’s safe to say the answer to both those questions is not work. Waking up in the morning, getting dressed and going to an office is not what I want to do with my life.

I want to travel, not as a job but for myself. I want to write, not for money or fame but just for me. I want to dance, sing, draw, paint, do some gardening, research topics, cook, bake, all for me. I don’t want my passion to pay my bills, I want them kept separate. I want to be able to enjoy them without stress and anxiety. I want to come home from work and then pursue my passion as a stress reliever.

So here I am, having absolutely no idea what career path I want to pursue, with two and a half months left until the end of my contract. I wish people would tell me what job they think I should be doing based on my skillset instead of asking me what I’m passionate about.

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Day 196: Community

So I’ve recently started watching Community on amazon prime. Although I don’t find the show hilarious, I do think it is a good show to watch. The show has made me start to think about my own communities, those that support and encourage me in my time of need. It’s made me realise that community is all around us. I have a work community, a neighbourhood community, a church community and a blogging community. I am never without people who annoy me and drive me over the edge but at the same time support and care for me. It’s wonderful to be part of something other than my self.

Apart from the deep life lessons, the show is also occasionally funny. And when it’s funny, it’s really funny. I have no doubt that once I get to the latest seasons the jokes will get funnier as 2009 jokes are more like dad jokes.

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Day 195: Patience

I have never understood the value of patience. I still don’t. I don’t understand why I have to wait for things instead of having them now. Why do I have to wait for the right job? Why isn’t it available right now? Why do I have to wait for the right time? Isn’t time always right? I honestly don’t understand.

I understand the reasoning behind patience. That experience will allow you to grow and mature and bring you to the right place at the right time for the right things. But why are all those things always in the future? Why has my experience so far not bought me the right things, at this right time?

I don’t recall ever being in the right place, at the right time, with the right thing, even when attempting to be patient. I just feel that I’m constantly missing it, or the right thing passes by without me, and I’m left standing alone in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

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