Previous poem very roughly translated for all y'all non-francophones in the house:
I live, I die; I burn and drown; I am extremely hot while enduring cold; Life is for me too soft and too hard. I have big troubles mixed with joy.
All at one time I laugh and I tear, and in pleasure many times I endure grief; My happiness leaves, and forever it stays, At the same time I dry up and turn green.
Thus Love inconstantly leads me and, when I think to have more pain, without thinking of it I find myself outside of pain.
Then, when I believe my joy to be certain, and to be at the height of my desired hour, it puts me again in my first unhappiness.
Je vis, je meurs ; je me brûle et me noie ;
J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure :
La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure.
J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie.
Tout à un coup je ris et je larmoie,
Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j’endure ;
Mon bien s’en va, et à jamais il dure ;
Tout en un coup je sèche et je verdoie.
Ainsi Amour inconstamment me mène ;
Et, quand je pense avoir plus de douleur,
Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine.
Puis, quand je crois ma joie être certaine,
Et être au haut de mon désiré heur,
Il me remet en mon premier malheur.
I bought Stand By Me on Friday at Target with the intention of watching it when I got home… but left it in the trunk of my friend’s car. Fail. I can’t wait to get it back and watch it again!
Chris: You could be a real writer someday, Gordie. Gordie: Fuck writing! I don’t wanna be a writer. It’s stupid! It’s a stupid waste of time! Chris: That’s your dad talking. Gordie: Bullshit! Chris: Bull-true! I know how your dad feels about you. He doesn’t give a shit about you. Denny was the one he cared about, and don’t try to tell me different! You’re just a kid, Gordie. Gordie: Oh gee, thanks Dad! Chris: I wish the hell I was your dad! You wouldn’t be goin’ around talking about taking these stupid shop courses if I was. It’s like God gave you somethin’, man—all those stories that you can make up—and he said: This is what we got for you kid, try not to lose it. But kids lose everything unless there’s someone there to look out for them and if your parents are too fucked up to do it, then maybe I should.
Oh, Will Wheaton and River Phoenix. How I love you so.
