Lately, I haven’t had the drive to blog. I kept thinking about it, procrastinating over it and starting endless drafts which are currently in the trash. I can’t understand why I lost my motivation. Is this how writers feel when they hit the dreaded block? Cause, as the weeks passed, my life seem to be a bit more boring than last year. Most of my motivation stemmed from the exciting life I lived last year. However I can’t seem to be that person I once was last year.
Have you ever had something extremely dear to you? Something so deep and intimate that you wouldn’t share it with a single soul unless they went through vigorous Hunger Games type training before they were even considered worthy to take a glance at it? Continue reading “So My Roommate Read My Journal…”
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Whilst trolling the Madorasindahouse YouTube channel, I came across a familiar name in the South African house industry. [DJ- when he feels like adding the title] Black Coffee, the beloved house DJ who’s setting the world on fire with his mixes. I was so happy when I stumbled across this song, I haven’t listened to new [DJ] Black Coffee mixes in ages seeing as he lacks a YouTube page or even a site where his new music is uploaded for his fans. [sigh]… But! Enjoy this song! I know I did.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Fantastic new song I stumbled across the other day. Whilst trolling around the music channels on YouTube I came across the channel Majestic Casual and that’s where this song popped up. Quite the gem in French electro pop! Take a peek, the music video is a bit trippy but don’t worry! The song is fantastic… if you’re into these kind of sounds!