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See Low, original poetry
See Low
Smoky, crisp, chill.
Butter lace cloaks a green bodice with
Orangeish daffodil tips crinkled
The amethyst edifice, stronghold of the keep
By the still mirror pond never moves,
Years frozen above and beneath and within.
Glutted on the air of salted, sweet cedar
They should call it fall country here.
the concert of all concerts
They say it’s a once in a lifetime experience. They say you’ll never forget it. I’m not exactly sure who ”they” is, but I know these mysterious people are out there.
I had the overwhelming privilege to see two amazing bands (namely, FLORENCE + AND THE MACHINE, and U2) from the equivalent of the third row of Vanderbilt’s entire football stadium. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT! But, stubbornness prevails, so I will try anyways.
Now Hear This: Dear Hipsters, I Hate You
i feel like this could get me in trouble in the hipster community….but oh well!
Dear Hipsters, I Hate You
It’s a Friday night and I find you standing outside a run-down dive bar, the kind of place that always has hepatitis on tap. A clove cigarette is resting between your lips as your fixed-gear bicycle leans against the wall beside you. In a minute, you’ll go in, saddle up to the bar and order a Pabst Blue Ribbon. With each sip, you’ll hope to swallow down your contentment for the world, but no matter what, you won’t rid yourself of that taste. You wouldn’t want to.
You hate most of the people you see. The corporate suits. The muscle-head jocks. The ditzy blondes and the competing Joneses. The sheep.
But that’s not why I hate you.
I have been apprehended…
My Utmost for His Highest has been my daily reminder that I am not here to serve myself for awhile now. June 28th’s entry provided some food for thought, no doubt. I’m not sure why, but I am (almost) always befuddled when I see that word—apprehended. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that it has definitions 1, 2 (a and b), and 3 on my favorite online dictionary source (yes, I do have a favorite) www.m-w.com; or maybe I just never took the time to understand it.
As far as I can tell, it is either transitive, in which case it means something like the following…
- to arrest/seize
- to perceive/become aware of
- to anticipate with dread/anxiety
or, it’s intransitive, in which case it means something like this…
- to grasp mentally
- to understand
Sorry for the grammar lesson, but it’s crucial to grasping this passage!
here’s the verse quoted:
“If that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended.”
I, however usually use the NIV, which states:
12 Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.
Oswald Chambers (the author of this convicting, yet comforting devotional) states this: We are not here to work for God because we have chosen to do so, but because God has apprehended us.
He has seized us, made us become aware, allowed us to understand. So, in one way it is convicting…I far too often allow my self that credit which I am so blatantly undeserving of! Yet still, this comforts me. He has seized me, which means I lack control. In the case of a sinner attempting (oh-so futilely) to live for God, giving up control is a burden lifted off my shoulders, the binding and weighty yoke of an ox dashed to the ground.
to close—
“I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do …”
to close,
Soak it in, the spatial quality of this song lulls me into some sort of strange state. The ballad, from one of my FAVORITE bands THE AVETT BROTHERS), sings to the tender teen heart or somber soul.
Simple. Ethereal. Clean…meet “Laundry Room” (pun intended)
the art of teen indie movie-making
So last night I saw the latest in hipster film…..The Art of Getting By, starring Freddie Highmore (think adorable little boy in August Rush) and (as she will probably always be known) Julia Roberts’ niece, Emma Roberts.
It opened intriguingly enough, with George (Highmore) as a narrator, and teen plagued with the problem of pessimism. The unmotivated artiste spends his class time sketching, which is clearly his greatest talent. What starts as uncompromisingly cliche, however, grows deeper. The audience sees George mature before their eyes, as he realizes that his disrespect and constant laze are merely the wall he uses to guard himself.
Okay, so maybe every turn in the plot is precisely what the audience would expect. Maybe some of the writing is hokier than an Old Navy commercial. And perhaps Roberts’ acting reminds me a bit of a kindergarten play, where the kid gets by on a cute smile. But, this movie puts on a feast of food for thought, while shedding light on the introverts of the world. The cinematography, particularly the fresh angles, bleak color, and depth of field, provide for a visually stimulating flick.
Throw in a dash of teen romance, some indie tunes, and a bit of redemption—and this movie just might get by in the real world.
