Tumblr and books

Hey !

Guess who has a tumblr ? Yep, I do !

It's here : http://kalimera030.tumblr.com/ and it basically looks like the inside of my head. Lots of series, Shakespeare, cities and shiny things.


I'm reading A Midsummer Night's Dream, and I am not having a good time. I just keep wondering "why x ? Why y ? But... WHY ?"

My dad got me Lewis Carroll's complete works, and I'm pretty excited. We've seen in class that Alice in Wonderland was a criticism of education in the Victorian times, and I've been wanting to read it whole since then.

What about you ? What's new ?

Nurseries and Small Details

Last for the moment (but not least !)

I'm not planning to have a baby in the next 10 years, but some styles caught my eye.

The violet-grey-white trio. I like the pompoms !

Silver-grey-cream. I love the stars on the wall and the little moon on the seat. Plus, it works for a boy and for a girl !

Greyish brown-White-Dark Red. I love the wall art, especially the map !


Small details are what make a house unique.

It can be a very colorful entrance...

...A very welcoming door...

... A distinguishing feature...

...A strange bookshelf...

... Intriguing railings...

... A cosy reading nook...

... Or an imposing staircase !


What about you ? What do you like in a house ?

Bathrooms, Bedrooms and Offices

I'm launched, so why stop ?

Bathrooms :

This must be my favorite one. All those colors... They pop, but don't attack the eye. Well done.

The doorless shower. No door to take care of on cleaning day !

The all-in-one. On cleaning day, I would be like : "Give me the high-pressure washer, I'm a Jedi !"

Bedrooms. I love bedrooms, most likely because I spend much of my time in mine.

Dark grey, white and violet. It works for me !

Dark blue, cream and gold. Love the round mirror !

Baby blue, grey, white and black. I really like the cushions.

I love the leaves, the stars, the colors... Even if I suspect it's not easy to clean.

Offices now. Or just desks.

Very simple. I like the rainbow-droplets, the flowers and the posters.

I love the big desk, the mint green color and the cute picture.

Not much space, but whoever did this managed to fit everything. I'ts really cool.


The last article will very quickly follow. It will be about nurseries and small details !

Living Room, Kitchen and Sun Rooms

To follow the previoud post, here is what I found roaming around the Internet.

Living Rooms (prepare yourselves, the colors are coming).

I love the wood, the brick wall, the white... It's great.

I'll put that here. If you're looking for me, I'm over there in the corner, hugging my knees and crying. (Seriously. Books and wood. I love it.)

I like the cream walls and the brownish-grey carpet. The green accents are a nice plus (look at that branch !)

The kitchen is not a place I find important. However, a few caught my attention.

On this one, I fell in love with the brick wall and the lights.

For this one, it was the lights again and the breakfast bar. Shiny !

Finally, this one got me with the dark blue cabinets and the yellow pear. It's unusual and I like it.

Now for sun rooms. I discovered I love sun rooms, so It will be hard to pick my favorite finds.

This one must be my favorite. I love the setting, the lights, I love the colors...

Can you picture yourself on a couch in a room like this one, watching the rain fall and the thunder strike ? I definitely can.

This one is very green. With the cream chairs and table, I think it's a good place to have breakfast or brunch on a Sunday.

What do you think ? Are there any of the rooms here you love, too ?

Dream home, Color schemes and Clever ideas

Lately, I found myself very interested in decorating (vacations, internet... Ahem). This post is all about dream homes, color schemes and clever ideas. (Every image comes from my Pinterest account, because I'm that lazy)

So, this is my dream home :

I love the sun room, the glass, the general aspect... *sigh*

I could love something a little "woodsier", like this :

As for color patterns, I found myself really liking a color I normally don't like too much, yellow.

Here, in small touches with grey and blue, it's fantastic.

Blues and browns also work great together.

I find it soothing.

I also like this one :

There are many colors and I don't know if I would make it work (says the girl who has a golden wall in her room), but I still like it.

Clever ideas, now.
This is what I'll do once I get a studio away from home :

I'll just put the bookcase at the foot of the bed and the curtains on the side, if I have enough space. Why ? Because I am the queen of rolloing over and hitting things with my head.

String lights over the bed.

How didn't I do that before ? *insert pout*

What about you ? Are there any makeover you'd give your home ?

A Quick Update

What have I been up to ?

-Waiting on books. Two important releases : Magic Breaks, on July 29 and Blood Games onthe 5th of August. 

-Watching TV. Mythbusters, Whale Wars, and Penny Dreadful are on my list. (If you don't watch it, you should.)

-Getting ahead on College work. This includes reading and analyzing "A Midsummer Night's Dream".

-Adding projects to my "To-Do" list.

-Listening to music.

What about you ?

Poems I like

Wow, so much for publishing more.

Here are three of my favorite poems ever. I hope you'll like them as much as I do.

"Sigh No More, Ladies", William Shakespeare (from Much Ado About Nothing. I know you're not surprised.)

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.

    Men were deceivers ever,

One foot in sea, and one on shore,

    To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,

    And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

    Into hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no moe

    Of dumps so dull and heavy.

The fraud of men was ever so

    Since summer first was leafy.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,

    And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

    Into hey, nonny, nonny.

 

The second one is untitled (I think) and rumored to be either by Blake or by Henry Van Dyke.

 

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

And that is dying...

Death comes in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.

 

The third is John Keats' "Ode on Melancholy". 

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist

       Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;

Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd

       By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;

               Make not your rosary of yew-berries,

       Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be

               Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl

A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;

       For shade to shade will come too drowsily,

               And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall

       Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,

That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,

       And hides the green hill in an April shroud;

Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,

       Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,

               Or on the wealth of globed peonies;

Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,

       Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,

               And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;

       And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips

Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,

       Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:

Ay, in the very temple of Delight

       Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,

               Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue

       Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;

His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,

               And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

 

What about you ? What are your favorite poems ?

 

 

Je reprends du service pour vous proposer trois de mes poèmes préférés.

Le premier est de Shakespeare, de la pièce "Beaucoup de bruit pour rien" (Surprises, surprises...)

"Plus ne soupirez, mes belles,

Plus ne soupirez,
Les hommes furent toujours volages
Un pied à la mer,
L’autre sur le rivage
À une chose fidèles, jamais.

Plus de soupirs,
Tournez-leur le dos,
Faites sourires et entrechats,
Et changez tous ces tristes mots
En tradéridéra !

Non, plus de dépits,
Ne chantez plus
Ces airs moroses et attristés,
Les hommes mentent
Depuis toujours,
Depuis la première feuille de l’été.

Plus de soupirs,
Tournez-leur le dos,
Faites sourires et entrechats,
Et changez tous ces tristes mots
En tradéridéra !"

 

Le second n'a pas de titre, et il est souvent attribué à Blake ou à Henry Van Dyke.

 

Je suis debout au bord de la plage
Un voilier passe dans la brise du matin et part vers l'océan.
Il est la beauté, il est la vie.
Je le regarde jusqu'à ce qu'il disparaisse à l'horizon.
Quelqu'un à mon côté dit : "Il est parti !"
Parti ? Vers où ? Parti de mon regard. C'est tout...
Son mât est toujours aussi haut,
Sa coque a toujours la force de porter sa charge humaine.
Sa disparition totale de ma vue est en moi,
Pas en lui.

Et juste au moment où quelqu'un près de moi dit : "il est parti !"
Il en est d'autres qui, le voyant poindre à l'horizon et venir vers eux,
S'exclament avec joie : "Le voilà !"...
C'est cela la mort.

 

Le troisième est l'Ode à la Mélancolie de John Keats.

Non, non ! ne va point au Léthé, ni consommer
Le vin vénéneux de l'aconit aux fortes racines ;
Ne souffre pas non plus à ton front pâle le baiser
De la belladone, raisin vermeil de Proserpine ;
Ne te fais pas un chapelet des baies de l'if ;
Que ni le carabe ni le sphinx tête de mort
Ne soient ta lugubre Psyché, ni l'effraie duvetée
Une compagne à tes mystères douloureux ;
Ou l'ombre s'unira à l'ombre sommeilleuse
Pour noyer en ton âme l'angoisse qui veillait.

Mais quand du haut des cieux l'accès de mélancolie
Soudain s'abattra comme une nuée de larmes,
Redonnant vigueur aux fleurs qui ployaient,
Couvrant le vert coteau d'un suaire d'Avril,
Qu'une rose du matin rassasie ton chagrin,
Ou l'arc-en-ciel naissant de la vague et du sable,
Ou la profusion des globes de pivoines ;
Que si quelque courroux embellit ta maîtresse,
Tiens serrée sa main douce et permets son délire,
Buvant profond, profond dans ses yeux sans pareils.

Elle demeure en la Beauté - Beauté qui doit périr ;
Et en la Joie, dont la main à ses lèvres à lui
Pour toujours dit adieu ; auprès du douloureux Plaisir,
Un poison que sa bouche, comme une abeille, aspire ;
Oui, c'est dans le temple même des Délices
Que se cache l'autel de la Mélancolie :
Seul le voit celui qui d'une langue énergique
A son palais délicat fait éclater les raisins de la Joie :
Son âme goûtera de Mélancolie le triste pouvoir,
Appendue parmi ses nuageux trophées.

 

 Et vous, quels sont vos poèmes préférés ?