Musings

I was talking to a friend on the MSN when, I realized why I loved stories. It's because I'm interested in the how of the story, the style of crafting, the design of characters,
the delicious lines, the plot, the ingenious twists, the *it* of the whole thing. And also the building of worlds in the image of our own world appeals to me.

Here's a poem Sir Viudez, the coolest english professor I ever BTW. It's by Margaret Atwood author of the Blind Assassin, I've been meaning to read that book.

Siren song
by Margaret Atwood

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:

the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls

the song nobody knows
because anyone who has heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.

Shall it tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?

I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical

with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.

I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song

is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique

at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.

And, a poem I saw, it's haunting and quiet. Go look.