Had not touched my comp for many many days. haha.. Just finished my long overdue Seamus Heaney essay. What a torture. I had not attended the lecture when Spencer was discussing the poem 'North' so I have absolutely no idea how to start the damn essay. With only help from Kat's notes, I had managed to crap out an essay.. haha.. Think I'll fail this stupid essay again. Had been failing Heaney's essays recently. What the hell..
Seamus Heaney, what a person. Although we(my class people) have no idea who he is, except that he is a poet, he is actually capable of torturing many people with his poems. His poems may be a way for him to vent his frustrations, reflect about himself and tell people about himself, it is a source of torture for us, lit students, at least to me and my friends.. haha.. We have absolutely no desire to find out what he thinks especially when his issues are about Northern Ireland's politics, corpses and the Vikings. But, we have no other choice but to study his poems because we have to. What nonsense. We don't even have to choice to decide what we are interested to study in. Spencer always ask us for ratings of the texts that we had studied after every text he finished and Seamus Heaney is always at the bottom of the list.
With this, I'm also convinced that smart people, famous people and poets are all eccentric people. haha.. Smart people will always insist that they are right, even when they are wrong. They will also think that they are the smartest lot of all and some even look down on others. They also behave in manners that no one but themselves understand. Do not ask me for examples because I have none. It is purely by what I feel and think about those smart people. Next up, famous people. Look at those people from Hollywood, there has been many reports of them doing weird things and also do not ask me for examples. I'm not that gossipy to remember what I had read about their eccentric behaviour. Lastly, we have our poets. Seamus Heaney, one who is obsessed with bog people, corpses, Vikings and mud. Things that normal people in the right frame of mind will not even bother about. He can even write things out of them. What can he be thinking?? Sylvia Plath, one who poems better than Heaney(in my opinion) but suffered from mania depression and attempted suicide many times. Ultimately, died by killing herself. There are also many other poets who suffered from depression and ultimately died by killing themselves. Thinking about it, it seems to be like a curse. These poets may be brilliant in their language but they have to pay back their talent with their lives.
So, the bottomline is, be a normal person.
Although I have no idea how my initial topic about Seamus Heaney torturing us, lit students, have to do with being a normal person, I don't care. Too lazy to start all over again with a new post. Going off.. Ciao~
