The Magic Of Words

Words. They are my passion. Which is very strange because i can barely think of the words to try and describe this feeling thats been coming over me recently.

As you all know i'm sinking into my own novel. To improve on my writing skills i have began reading books from a wide variety of authors and genres. And, unfortunately, i fell upon Stephenie Meyer's book, Twilight.

Oh no, i've done it again. I have this queer and unfortunate sense that kicks in when i find something i like. Instead of liking something like every normal person in the world i quickly become obsessed until i'm eating, sleeping, breathing, living whatever has taken my attention into a little, delusional world. My repertoire of little obsessions has counted Titanic, DBSK, Luis Royo art, among many other things.

So of course when i read Twilight i found that the book was so rich in feeling that, how could i NOT become obsessed with this book?  its... left me struggling to define it. Those of you who have read it will know my pain and possibly, what im trying to get at. Its a rare jewel, if you can find a book that sinks so much deeper than the words on the page. Yes, it may be cliche, and yes it may be seen as conventionally cheesy (a teen girl falling in love with a vampire is done and done again) but, the feelings described in this book are just so immensely powerful its hard not to crave that kind of compassion yourself. Edward is portrayed as, not only a ridiculously powerful being, but also a patient and loving person who has to deal with the pain of many things. His restraint is admirable. Stephenie has a way of placing comments and words in such a way that they have an incredible effect. 

It is my ambition, although our genres are very different, to write something as alluring and as addictive as this novel. My technique calls for imagination - if i cant see or hear it in my mind then it doesn't come out on paper very well. Which is why, when i found a mass of fanvids devoted on youtube to this book, i had to listen. and the music people have picked is not only perfect, its stirring, and would make a fantastic soundtrack to the movie due in January. (CANT WAIT) one such track is "the river flows in you" by Yiruma. Its been used as Edwards lullaby - although for the film, the actor Robert Pattinson is writing it himself. Nevertheless, its a beautiful piece of music, but its so sad at the same time. Music is a similar art to writing - there is meaning beyond the tune and the lyrics, and if you can hear your own emotions weaved into the music itself then its a highly successful piece. Music, and books, should not be judged on their quality (although some level of quality has to be maintained, obviously) but rather, on how they affect you personally. Thus, there shouldn't be critics.. your taste is your own.

Twilight is certainly my taste, no matter how cliche, corny or conventional. Its a piece of art that has captured my attention, and i have a feeling it will do so for a long time.

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..."

"what a stupid lamb."

"what a sick, masochistic lion."

Passports Please...

I will warn you all now, this post contains subjects of high philosophical thought and may cause headaches not unlike the one shown in the picture accompanying this post.

Settled? right, good. Im not sure how to really convey this, but my thoughts right now, if they had a visible form, look exactly like this storm of epic proportions. In fact... thats a good start.

In the beginning, there was man, and man was given an instinct to survive. with that developed a brain, and henceforth, an imagination. Now. Lets start with materialistic things. This isn't a question of whether something exists or not, but rather, HOW it exists.. for example. This keyboard I'm using to type. It exists. Why? Because i can feel it. i can see it. I can hear when i press it. 

But what about... the smell of perfume? you can see it in the bottle. You can see it when it first settles on your skin, but then... what? yes! the smell. 

Next... concepts. Lets take... anger. Why does it exist? We cant see it. We cant hear it. We can only see how it reflects upon people; their expression, their tone. Its not something that hangs in the air, per se. Its something that we sense, based on how it makes people act. 

What would happen, if we could not see, taste, smell, hear, feel something.. whether it be a material or a concept? Would that mean it doesn't exist? If we are oblivious to everything around us, does it exist at all? or is it our imagination that makes something real?

This is something i was discussing with a great guy named Ed (a diamond in a pit of granite if you ask me) and, based on what we both discussed, i have come to the conclusion that our imagination is the key to the existence of everything. Even things that have never existed materialistically are items of common knowledge worldwide - lets say, a dragon. They have never existed and yet even small children will describe the exact same concept as an elderly person on the other side of the world. How is this possible? how is it that something that has never existed materialistically, and yet is the description of a material being, exists? Yes, it does exist, because it is in our imagination.

Conscience gives birth to existence. 

That is all.

Say What?

Today, for me, has been a very strange day. Ive done a lot of thinking, particularly about languages and cultures. i like how language can change your way of thinking, and how some words we dont have can be filled in by other languages.

For example. That feeling you get when you dont really have stomach ache or head ache, but you generally feel shit all over? we dont have a word for it. Bad times.

NEVER FEAR! the french have a perfect word for this, and the word is malaise. Stemming from the word 'mal' which is 'bad'. 

I suppose this all comes from the fact that i find myself in slightly deeper water than at home. Wales is a bilingual country yes, but it isnt essential to learn Welsh. Here in Germany, its a little bit harder to get by unless you know some key words. Wasser, Bier, Cafe... :3

And also, ive spent the day listening to disney songs in a variation of different languages. The Japanese version of the Lion King classic be prepared actually sounds far more evil than the english version, its amazing! this got me thinking that not only is it words but tones and voices aretrained differently from country to country, tongues from other lands can twist themselves in ways ours cant, and our tongues have our own traits too. "th" is a sound that props up far less so in places like Germany. it just doesnt happen.

Meh. right now though, im kinda tired and the side of my face is hurtin. No idea why. *shrug*

Good night / Guten Nacht / Bon nuit / kalinichta / Buonos nottes / Buenos noches /

:)

Dear Grandad

Isn't it amazing how time can fly by, and so many things can happen... and by the time you stop to think, a year has gone by to the very day?

You asked us all a lot of questions the last time i saw you, and i am so sorry i never got the time to answer them all. Well, thats why i decided to write them out here.

I passed my A levels and i made it into university. I honestly didn't think i would do it, but... i did. I know you'll be proud of that. Talking of universities, dad formally graduates on the 8th September. He received his results just last week, and he got a 2:2... mum and i are so proud of him, he has done amazingly. :)

Vietnam was a wonderful experience. We saw a lot of sights, and a lot of people that amazed us and humbled us. We took enough pictures to fill 3 issues of national geographic i think... and i think between mum, dad and i, we look at those pictures every week.

I'm currently in Germany, where dad used to live. I guess I'm following in his footsteps, working and learning as i go. It's so much fun, the mountains are breathtaking when you can see them... just today they've disappeared behind the clouds.

I just wanted to make sure that you know you won't ever be forgotten, really. I told you to save me a place, i hope you did, and i hope its gonna stay available until i need it! :P Your family thinks about you every day, and we love you.

Lauren x

Deer Poop

Hokay, so. Its been about a week and my fingers are itchy. Although i don't really have anything to write about, i'm just gonna ramble and make it as interesting as possible.

Today, i visited a wild park just outside Munich. It housed mostly alpine european animals, which, when you think about it, is probably the best thing since they're accustomed to the climate they're in, without having to do much about the pens and the diet and whatever. It's cheap and its minimal cruelty to the wildlife, all of which i found to be incredibly tame. So tame i got ganged up on by a bunch of goats, mugged and left in the dirt while some kid (haha, "kid..") ran off with my bag of grain. ::violated::

Thing is though, i didn't mind really, because i'm such an animal person. The good thing about this place is, it not only allowed you to observe their lifestyle but it also granted you the ability to integrate yourself into their world and get up close (having said that, there was a pretty big fence around the bears, the wolves and the lynxes... which is fine, i like the wildlife that likes me back). 

IN OTHER NEWS...

I still have this bronchital style cough. Startled a few dozen deer with it today. I really should go to a doctor, trouble is i don't know if they speak english, i don't know exactly what my E111 covers, and i don't know if its gonna cost a shitload of money. I figure i'm used to this kind of cough so it should go away on it's own. Maybe i'll try the apotheke.

Its gonna have to be Thursday though, tomorrow i am apparently going to a theme park an hour and a half away. And were leaving at 7.30....am. X_X

The smell of Hunters

Another passage from the story im writing, enjoy:

The boar lifted it's head towards the mountains momentarily, sniffing the air. A gentle but insistent breeze swept over the long grass in waves, falling over its mahogany hide. The wind brought with it a certain chill, a message of the ensuing winter. The mountains in the distance were already capped with a magnificent white, that now in the dusk shone yellow almost as bright as the setting sun itself.

The creature grazed amongst the first sparse trees that littered the edge of the Amothir Forest, sharpening his tusks on the splintered bark. The scent of undergrowth made it's belly shiver hungrily, and it's search for food was immediately livened, the promise of a full stomach laying amongst the bushes. It's snout twitched instinctively, leading it towards a log which lay just off the beaten track. 

The boar nudged it with its tusks to reveal a damp spot upon which the dead log had laid for decades, crawling with beetles and worms - a boar's very delight. 

The beast tucked in happily, sucking up the smallest insects, crunching the larger ones. It grunted happily, filling up its large belly with delicacies, fit even for the king of the forest. It was so happy, that all around him remained unnoticed. he was oblivious to the sound of the eagle's cry, completely inattentive to the smell of ought but the damp.

In fact, the poor boar was so happy with its meal that it didn't even blink when an arrow flew silently and swiftly into the base of its brain. 

Dum Diddlee Dee!

Well well well. I've been looking for a decent blog site for EONS, glad i finally found one. 

Life is good right now. I've been living in Germany for just under a month and i find it to be an amazing place.  My Godfather, who has very kindly offered me a room to sleep in for the duration of my stay, told my parents the other day that i was bored. My dad replied "anyone who goes to Garmisch-Partenkirchen and is bored lacks a severe amount of imagination."

I agree with him - i'm not bored at all. Garmisch is the sort of town where natural laws are thrown out of the window. A friend of mine said to me the other day, "if you don't like the weather, just wait a minute." He was very correct!

In other news, i have spent today in my creative mind frame, and have written a piece of my story.  

"The walls stretched higher than the redwoods. The Nurenes stared around them in amazement. Some stretched out their hand to let it drag over the harsh and rugged stone, stunned by even it's sheer presence. It didn't take a warrior to know that the walls were invincible against any human power. These walls couldnt be charged by even the Gods.

Khia stared straight ahead as she led her people into the city. On each side of her lay grand temples, forums almost as tall as the walls themselves. But Khia's eyes were fixated upon one point. The bridge ahead was long and thin - it was barely wide enough for two people. She grinned evilly as she passed under it, her expert eyes glancing over each and every weakness. This would be the place."

Now, i know exactly where this extract fits in my story, and i know what happens before and after, but for some reason i cannot for the life of me write this in a chronological order. WHY?