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Schoolwork Break!
Feb. 14th, 2007 04:38 pmI'm finding Capellanus's The Art of Courtly Love hilarious.
From Book I, Chapter V, "What Persons are Fit for Love" -
"You should know that everyone of sound mind who is capable of doing the work of Venus may be wounded by one of Love's arrows unless prevented by age, or blindness, or excess of passion."
Later it says, "Blindness is a bar to love, because a blind man cannot see anything upon which his mind can reflect immoderately. But I admit that this is true only of the acquiring of love, for I do not deny that a love which a man acquires before his blindness may last after he becomes blind."
I'm having entirely too much fun reading this. And the thing is, even though it's all ridiculous, a lot of it's pretty true. I think the hilarity comes from the fact that these "rules" are laid out on the page, right there, and they're stated so matter of factly that you can't help but laugh at them. And then there's the fact that, seriously, everything is hilarious when I'm tired.
Oh, like today the girl I sit next to in Irish Lit was telling me about how her friend's boyfriend just got deported. Which we both found inappropriately funny. And then she told me he was deported to Canada and that just made it better for some reason. I think we were both a little stressed over the midterm that was minutes away.
Midterm went well enough. Don't want to think about it anymore.
I've been doing a lot of writing lately. I have a Word document entitled "Drabbles & Things" which is a catchall for very short stories and drabbles and the occasional random idea or line and I just realized that it's thirty pages long. Thirty pages of random stuff. I was skimming through it earlier and found some things that made me pause and go, "Wait a minute, I don't remember writing that..." And then it all clicks and I wonder why I stopped.
( Like this one, where Rodney and John are captured by restless natives... )
I'm not sure where I was going with that. Well, specifically. I can imagine where I was going with it generally.
Vaguely inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. By which I mean I go the idea while watching the movie. I remember digging through my bag for pen and sticky note and scribbling it quickly in the dark. This is exactly why I have sticky notes in every bag I own.
Okay, back to courtly love.
And it's funny that I just typed that about blindness and love and right now Music From Another Room is on TV and the blind character is currently in the process of falling in love.
From Book I, Chapter V, "What Persons are Fit for Love" -
"You should know that everyone of sound mind who is capable of doing the work of Venus may be wounded by one of Love's arrows unless prevented by age, or blindness, or excess of passion."
Later it says, "Blindness is a bar to love, because a blind man cannot see anything upon which his mind can reflect immoderately. But I admit that this is true only of the acquiring of love, for I do not deny that a love which a man acquires before his blindness may last after he becomes blind."
I'm having entirely too much fun reading this. And the thing is, even though it's all ridiculous, a lot of it's pretty true. I think the hilarity comes from the fact that these "rules" are laid out on the page, right there, and they're stated so matter of factly that you can't help but laugh at them. And then there's the fact that, seriously, everything is hilarious when I'm tired.
Oh, like today the girl I sit next to in Irish Lit was telling me about how her friend's boyfriend just got deported. Which we both found inappropriately funny. And then she told me he was deported to Canada and that just made it better for some reason. I think we were both a little stressed over the midterm that was minutes away.
Midterm went well enough. Don't want to think about it anymore.
I've been doing a lot of writing lately. I have a Word document entitled "Drabbles & Things" which is a catchall for very short stories and drabbles and the occasional random idea or line and I just realized that it's thirty pages long. Thirty pages of random stuff. I was skimming through it earlier and found some things that made me pause and go, "Wait a minute, I don't remember writing that..." And then it all clicks and I wonder why I stopped.
( Like this one, where Rodney and John are captured by restless natives... )
I'm not sure where I was going with that. Well, specifically. I can imagine where I was going with it generally.
Vaguely inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. By which I mean I go the idea while watching the movie. I remember digging through my bag for pen and sticky note and scribbling it quickly in the dark. This is exactly why I have sticky notes in every bag I own.
Okay, back to courtly love.
And it's funny that I just typed that about blindness and love and right now Music From Another Room is on TV and the blind character is currently in the process of falling in love.
