On no sleep (disclaimer) Feelin real artsy

So I have a little time between classes, and knowing that the lot of you traded in your position in the world of academia for either an internship or in the case of Gweeks a summer at the bike shop. Today in class my teacher showed us a super old painting by Pieter Bruegel called "the fall of Icarus"(1558). For all you not up on your Greek Mythology Icarus was a dude who's dad wanted him to fly, so he built his son wax wings and as Icarus flew higher and higher the sun melted his wings plummeting little hommie to his death. The painting itself isn't that amazing to me but then he showed us a poem by a huge legend W.H. Auden Called 'Musse des Beaux' Arts. Basically its when Auden went to the art museum and looked at the painting. If you have time read the poem i will put it just below, if not skip it and ill try and sum it up:

"About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters; ow well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking duly along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and torture's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree

In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on"

I found it pretty sick how something written so long ago still held true today, how if we were walking down the street and a homeless man was dying on the sidewalk we would take little notice, because that is just the way of life. This dude Icarus falls from the sky to his death and the world around him keeps on spinning...Also like that the painting is called 'the fall of Icarus' and basically its the smallest part of this huge landscape painting...

I guess my overall point, if I even have one, is not that we need to necessarily take time to react to everything happening around us, but rather try to be a little more aware. Its just a sign of the times, our great great great grandparents were all in small villages where everyone knows everything about everyone else, then along the way someone decided to move to the city and the anonymity of life began. We tend to take relationships for granted and focus more on the future and not enough on current... all bullshit aside I'm lucky, as are you, to be surrounded by the friends and family that we are. So try each day to thank someone, call your mom, or pet your dog...shit i don't care beat your meat... just be thankful and aware...

This was all triggered by having a dream about a close friend to all of us Jeff Meek earlier this week, i went to facebook and it just still didn't seem real. Life is crazy and short my friends enjoy!! And Jeff we love and miss you bro!

Having said all that... this is me coming on the tail end of a week long Addy session to get through finals capped off by a 7 page paper due this morning comparing and contrasting the dualism of man in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde with The Time Machine... so i could be pretty far off my rocker. keep up, one love, a-town down

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